This is a song about "Blue rag"

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Rag on my hair, wrap weed in vegas, rockin' vagabonds

Your girlfriend trippin' on you

U look so down why your turning blue

Your aura, royal blue,

I can do better without you

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

No difference whipping you with a rag or my lyric attack,

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

Until your face turns blue

Fuck reppin red fuck reppin blue,

It's jungle when the niggas in zoo

Outta the fucking blue/

If your man can't keep up wit you

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

Suit 'n tie, saggy's 'n rag, say goodbye, in the body bag.